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Once a thriving kingdom, now a desolate wasteland, shrouded in perpetual twilight. Black spires rise from the ruined city, their jagged forms piercing the overcast sky. The streets are eerily quiet, save for the occasional echo of distant footsteps. An army of undead soldiers marches through the remains of the kingdom, their hollow eyes glowing with malevolent intent. In the throne room, the corrupted king, now a twisted shadow of his former self, sits upon his throne, surrounded by dark magic that pulses with an unnatural rhythm. The kingdom is cursed, awaiting its final reckoning.

early 2010s snapshot photo captured with a phone and saved as IMG_2018.CR2, A confident woman stands on a balcony during a pitch black dark night, holding a glass of red wine. She has long, straight brown hair and a warm smile. She is dressed in an elegant, form-fitting black off-shoulder mini dress paired with sheer black thigh-high stockings and black heels.

The image depicts a trans mental patient in the midst of a severe breakdown, captured in a dimly lit, sterile room that adds to the unsettling atmosphere. His appearance is disheveled and frantic, with elements of a "woke" style perhaps dyed hair in vibrant colors, mismatched, trendy clothing that looks hastily thrown on, and multiple accessories like bracelets or pins that suggest a desire for self-expression.
His face is contorted with distress, eyes wide and unfocused, reflecting a state of confusion and turmoil. He clutches a sign with trembling hands, the text hastily scrawled and slightly crooked, reading: "((The Definition of Woke should Be Delusional))" The sign itself looks like it was made in a moment of desperation, with uneven letters and smudges, adding to the chaotic feel of the scene.
The lighting is harsh and clinical, casting deep shadows that emphasize the patient's deteriorating mental state. The walls around him are bare, save for a few cracks or stains, hinting at a sense of abandonment or neglect. His posture is tense and erratic, as if he’s barely holding himself together, making the viewer feel the intensity of his breakdown and the darkness of his thoughts.

Female protestor wearing a "Save CAT girls" t-Shirt, outside a cat girl factory

$Bioluminescent, A tenebrous and labyrinthine dreamscape rendered with meticulous cross-hatching, evoking the style of an Escherian woodcut. A man in profile, his form a silhouette save for the intricate architectural skeleton replacing his cranium. Stairs ascend and descend precariously within this cerebral edifice, culminating in a forlorn figure perched at a precarious apex. Light, emanating from a fractured aperture in the structure's depths, casts dramatic chiaroscuro, emphasizing the vertiginous perspective. The composition, a stark juxtaposition of the organic and the constructed, is rendered in a restricted palette of inky blacks and spectral whites, amplifying the sense of psychological disquietude.$

A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of Beneath the swirling colors of a nebula in deep space, a lone figure with onyx-black skin and glowing, violet eyes floats weightlessly among the stars, their body encased in a sleek, reflective suit of armor. The nebulaâs vibrant huesâshades of electric blue, deep purple, and fiery orangeâilluminate the figureâs form, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the endless expanse of stars that stretch out in all directions. Surrounding them, massive, floating chunks of space debris and ancient, crumbling starships drift lazily through the void, remnants of a long-forgotten battle. The figureâs hands are outstretched, fingertips glowing with a soft, golden light as they manipulate the energy of the cosmos, drawing power from the very fabric of space itself. Far below, the faint outline of a distant planet can be seen, its surface a shimmering tapestry of swirling clouds and vast oceans. The airâor lack thereofâis silent, save for the soft hum of the energy that pulses through the figureâs armor, resonating with the distant stars. Above, the nebula continues to swirl and shift, its colors bleeding into one another like a cosmic painting. The scene is one of quiet solitude and infinite wonder, where the mysteries of the universe unfold in the vast, silent expanse of space. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>

ne0nfant4sy, A ghoulish lich, his decayed face hidden beneath a hood of tattered black robes, stands with his skeletal hands clutching a glowing, crimson gemstone. His fleshless fingers are adorned with rings, each one glowing faintly with dark magic, while his sunken, glowing red eyes peer out from the shadows of his hood. The gemstone pulses with dark energy, casting a sickly red light over his hollow, skeletal features. Around his neck hangs an ancient amulet, inscribed with runes of forbidden magic. Behind him, a crumbling tower rises into the night, its stone walls etched with countless years of arcane symbols. The sky above is dark and starless, save for a blood-red moon that casts an eerie glow over the desolate landscape. The faint whispers of spirits echo in the air around him, and the ground beneath his feet is cracked and lifeless. His expression, though devoid of flesh, is one of sinister glee, a master of death holding unimaginable power. The crimson glow from the gemstone illuminates his skeletal grin, casting long shadows across the tattered remnants of his robes.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>

A close-up, professional photograph of of a tine bee perched on the edge of a dew-covered leaf at dawn, holding a wooden plaque between its delicate front feet. The plaque is etched with the words "Save the planet". The frog’s skin is a vibrant mix of honey yellow and golden , glossy eyes reflect the soft morning light, capturing the misty surroundings. Tiny droplets cling to its skin and the leaf, shimmering like crystals in the early sunlight. The background fades into a gentle blur of earthy greens and browns, focusing attention on the frog and its quirky message in this quiet, magical moment.

It was an endless network of tree-trunks, broken stone, and tangled brushwood. Here and there through openings in the wood could be glimpsed great cliffs and slopes falling steeply down into the shadows. The air was still, heavy with the smell of moss and decay, and beneath the trees was a silence, unbroken save for the rustling of leaves high overhead.

(In a dark fantasy world, a mysterious ninja stands menacingly, clad in an enigmatic armor and a sinister mask that conceals their face, save for the eyes that burn with a bloodthirsty intensity. The ninjaâs jet-black katana exudes an eerie, blood-red aura, casting a sinister glow that contrasts sharply with the surrounding darkness. The atmosphere is thick with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very air has turned icy with tension. The scene is extremely heavy and dark, with a cinematic and hyper-realistic style that captures the ominous aura, the intricate details of the armor, and the chilling mood of the environment.), <lora:ImageUpgraderV2:1>, detailmaximizer, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:1>, mythp0rt, <lora:sxz-eldenring-aitoolkit-flux:0.3>

A spectral Ayreon overlooking a council of Mars, their technology advanced yet faces marked with the same old burdens of leadership and decision, Amidst the echoes of centuries, Ayreon's spirit traverses time, from the mystic shores of 6th-century Britain to the desolate expanses of future Mars. His tale, whispered by the wind, blends ancient magic with visions of a tech-ravaged Earth. In the shadow of Merlin's curse, his message—a haunting melody of hope and warning—floats through time, seeking to alter fate. A spectral journey through ages, embodying the hope that wisdom might yet save worlds

A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the heart of a smoldering battlefield littered with the broken weapons of fallen soldiers, a once-noble knight kneels before a shimmering, spectral figure dressed in black armor. The knightâs own armor is battered and scorched, his hands bloodied and shaking as he reaches for the obsidian sword offered to him by the ghostly figure. The sword pulses with a deep crimson light, as though it carries the essence of all the lives taken by it, and the air around it hums with dark energy. The battlefield is eerily silent, the cries of the dying and the clash of steel long gone, replaced by the low, seductive voice of the figure promising the knight endless victory, vengeance, and power. The knightâs face is gaunt and exhausted, his eyes hollow from the weight of the war, and yet thereâs a flicker of hope, a dangerous desire for the strength to end his enemies once and for all. Above, storm clouds gather, swirling ominously as lightning flickers in the distance, casting the scene in harsh, flickering light. Behind the knight, the bodies of his comrades lie forgotten, their sacrifices fading from his mind as he is drawn deeper into the figureâs chilling offer. The sword is so close now, and with one simple choice, the knight knows he will either save or damn his soul forever. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), MythP0rt<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>

Marble creature, stonebound,
A colossal, sentinel-like creature known as the Obelisk Warder, which stands motionless until provoked. Its body is composed of smooth, black stone, with intricate, glowing runes carved into its surface. The Warder has a humanoid form, but its proportions are exaggerated, with long, powerful limbs and a broad, towering frame. Its head is featureless, save for a single, glowing eye embedded in the center of its forehead. The Warder’s chest contains a large, pulsing crystal that emits a deep, resonant hum, echoing through the surrounding area. When active, the runes on its body flare with energy, and the creature unleashes devastating blasts of energy from its hands. The Warder stands in the center of a vast, barren landscape of cracked earth and towering, ancient monoliths.

A powerful scene with Superman hovering above a devastated cityscape, his iconic red cape flowing in the wind. The background is filled with crumbling buildings, shattered glass, and smoldering debris under a dark, stormy sky. Superman's expression is a mix of determination and concern, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. In his strong hands, he holds a large, weathered sign that reads "NEED BUZZ TO SAVE THE WORLD" in bold, distressed lettering. The overall mood is somber, with muted colors and dramatic lighting casting long shadows across the ruins below.

detailed RAW photo, HD32K, wallpaper, 4K, 8K, abusrdres, masterpiece, hyper detailed, realistic mechanical details, realistic skin texture, realistic hair texture, realism, promotional photo, BREAK, a very cute frog sits in a large blender, sticking to the glass with pleading eyes. at the bottom of the picture, there is a gloved hand with its outstretched finger resting on a big red button on the base of the blender. There is a caption above the image saying "Donate Buzz, save a Frog".

a realistic picture, , ((grumpy muscular orange cat with assault rilfewearing black tacticla military uniforms, , cats army and dressed in rugged military gear with a tactical helmet with night vision googles, holding assault rifle with modern army tactical suit, dressed in rugged military gear with a helmet slightly askew, holds a modern rifle with a scope, sitting against the wall, take cover from enemy gun fire, (epic realistic combat scenario, ,photorealism, detailed face,(background a squad of rat army firing machine gun to the cat squad,) (dynamic lighting:1,0), (intricate details,naturalism,hyperdetailed,hyperrealistic:1.55)
mvpstrCE style
((((Display the text "saving private BUZZ!" on a movie poster)))). no human

Digital art, fantasy illustration of a chewbacca with the head of a cat, the creature is standing in a dense forest, holding a sign that say "Give Buzz to save Trees". The wookie fur is a mix of the cat's fur pattern and chewbacca's brown fur, its eyes are feline with a piercing gaze, behind it are tall trees with thick trunks covered in moss, the ground is covered in fallen leaves and small plants, sunlight filters through the tree canopy casting dappled light on the creature. side lit, creative, ambient illumination, atmosphere, confident

image in the style of an old timey WWII recruitment poster of Jesus Christ wearing his robes, standing in front of a soccer goal catching a soccer ball. Text at the top should of the image say "JESUS SAVES!"

ne0nfant4sy, In a massive chamber carved from solid ice, a figure with translucent blue skin and hair like frozen mist is chained to an icy throne, her cold, glowing eyes staring out over a desolate frozen wasteland. The throne is adorned with sharp, jagged icicles that glisten in the faint light filtering through the cavern walls, and her chains, made of enchanted frost, shimmer with a soft, white glow. Her breath forms small clouds in the frigid air, and her torn clothing clings to her skin, barely providing warmth against the biting cold. The walls of the chamber are covered in intricate frost patterns that seem to shift and move, reflecting the light in dazzling, crystalline rainbows. Above, the ceiling is a mass of frozen stalactites, some of which drip with freezing water that forms small, glistening pools on the floor. The air is still and silent, save for the occasional creak of the ice as it shifts under the weight of centuries. Outside the cavernâs entrance, an endless expanse of snow and ice stretches out, the wind howling across the frozen landscape like a distant, mournful song. The atmosphere is one of frozen eternity, where time itself seems to have stopped, trapping the figure in a prison of cold and isolation.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>

The photo shows a slavic street with high industrial looking buildings. Many of the buildings have broken windows. The road is a cobblestone road covered with a layer of snow. All the people have left, so there is no people or cars visible in the picture. On the left side street there is a corner store with all the windows being covered up by newspapers and a sign on the door saying "help wanted". Since the windows are covered up you cant see any lights inside the store. Next to the store's door is a single old broken down doll with one eye missing. Above the street there are hanging lights on wires which are turned off and dont emit any light, most likely to save on energy. The weather is dark and snowy with limited visibility.

Teddy bears in world war 2 attire storm the beaches of Normandy. It is a gritty and violent image full of dust and chaos. It is shot in a film style with film grain. They are under gunfire and as they move up the beach. Inspired by the film saving private ryan

a fearless black knight, his obsidian armor intricately forged with sharp angular patterns and adorned with faint etchings of ancient runes that glimmer faintly. The armor's breastplate is engraved with an elaborate depiction of a dragon, its scales catching the moonlight with a subtle blue shimmer, while the edges of his pauldrons and gauntlets reflect the flickering orange glow of nearby flames. His helmet, crowned with slender, menacing horns, casts a deep shadow over his face, save for the piercing glow of his eyes beneath the visor. His massive greatsword, sharp and jagged, rests firmly in his hand, its blade etched with glowing red veins, pulsating as if alive with power.
The knight stands atop a scorched hill, overlooking a battlefield where dying fires still burn, casting flickers of orange light that dance upon his polished armor. The sky is a blend of inky darkness and clouds lit faintly the sky, while the fireâs warm glow provides a stark contrast, bathing one side of his form in a fiery aura. The shadows from the battlefield stretch long behind him, enhancing the depth of the scene, as distant soldiers clash in the background, their silhouettes barely visible in the haze of smoke and moonlit fog. Every detail of his armor is defined with precision, from the rivets holding his plating together to the texture of the chainmail beneath. The atmosphere is tense and haunting, with a balance of cold and warmth in the lighting, creating a captivating, cinematic moment of quiet before battle. highly detailed, ultra detailed, masterpiece <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.8> <lora:fluxenhancer:0.3> <lora:flux_realism_lora:0.7> <lora:Aura_Flux:0.3> <lora:aidmaHyperrealism:1> aidmaHyperrealism <lora:dark_fantasy_flux:0.7>

Create a photorealistic image of a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, specifically Leonardo, dressed in a vibrant Superman costume. The turtle stands confidently in the middle of a chaotic city street, with debris and overturned cars scattered around. The scene is illuminated by the warm glow of a setting sun, casting dramatic shadows that enhance the sense of urgency.
Leonardo's shell is visible beneath the Superman costume, which fits snugly and showcases his muscular physique. His blue cape billows dramatically in the wind, contrasting with the dark smoke rising from a nearby building engulfed in flames. His iconic katana swords are strapped to his back, glinting in the sunlight. In the background, you can see citizens in panic, some taking shelter while others capture the moment on their phones. The buildings are tall and modern, with shattered glass and graffiti adding to the urban chaos. The overall atmosphere conveys both heroism and turmoil, capturing Leonardo's determination to save the day despite the surrounding destruction.

A colossal, sentinel-like creature known as the Obelisk Warder, which stands motionless until provoked. Its body is composed of smooth, black stone, with intricate, glowing runes carved into its surface. The Warder has a humanoid form, but its proportions are exaggerated, with long, powerful limbs and a broad, towering frame. Its head is featureless, save for a single, glowing eye embedded in the center of its forehead. The Warder’s chest contains a large, pulsing crystal that emits a deep, resonant hum, echoing through the surrounding area. When active, the runes on its body flare with energy, and the creature unleashes devastating blasts of energy from its hands. The Warder stands in the center of a vast, barren landscape of cracked earth and towering, ancient monoliths.

2men, 1man wearing gunslinger clothes in the foreground, 1man wearing black clothes in the background. The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed. The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what might have been parsecs in all directions. White; blinding; waterless; without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death.
mystical touch, dread atmosphere, sense of suspense and wonder, view from above,
(score_9, score_8_up:1.1), score_7_up, (reflective volumetric), raytracing, absurdres, dark, low-key, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy,

A woman with long rainbow colored hair with red, green, and gold highlights. Her hair roots are black. Her one eye covered by hair. She is wearing a black sleeveless dress. She is wearing black nail polish, gold hoop earrings and gold nose ring. She has makeup with black lipstick, red eyeshadow and black eyeliner. She is wearing an elaborate gold bracelet and gold necklace with a black choker. She has tattoo on her chest and shoulder. Her makeup is runny and she looks to be angry. She is inside a room holding a sign with cursive text "My boyfriend spent all our savings on BUZZ". Make the word BUZZ multicolored.

An artistic illustration of a snake rising from the water, holding a fish in its mouth. The scene is depicted in a semi-realistic style with high contrast lighting, highlighting the tension. At the top of the image, in a dramatic, handwritten font, the words "Snake Risks his life to save drowning fish" are displayed. The bottom text "#Respect #Hero" is in a bold, simple font.

early 2010s snapshot photo captured with a phone and saved as IMG_2018.CR2, artificial indoor heavy light, low light condition, underexposed face, face slightly shadowed, daytime. young woman, early 20s, easter european, fair skin, reddish-brown hair pulled back, side-swept bangs covering part of the forehead, dark eyeliner, orange eyeshadow, natural lip color, She also has a black choker and a black cross necklace. Her expression is neutral. room with furnitures and desk with computer and monitor and window. holding Samsung note10 with bright illuminated display to viewer, display showing text "I'm fucking tired". She has black nailpolish and rings on some fingers

A group of fluffy kittens wearing tiny, colorful superhero capes, striking dramatic poses as if they’re about to save the world, with one kitten accidentally tripping over its own cape.

donald trump saving america, wearing a tall round red maga hat that says "Make America Great Again",

Sign: "Under Maintenance" at the top of an archway, four armed, four legged, woman standing in archway of factory ruins, pose of the "Vitruvian man", wearing blue work-overall with blue pants,
tools in hand, tools are hammer and wrench, trying to connect sparky cable with other hands, arms spread, legs spread, full body, standing, archway is part of circular machine, legs pressing against circle, neon light, dirty cloth, long sleeves, dirty skin, detailed skin, 4arms, four legs, 4legs, sexy but save for work,
Effects: Darkness, neonlight, sparks in background, cyberpunk aesthetic.
puddle on the ground mirroring image, sign on the ground: "Under Maintenance"

$In the dystopian landscape of "Blade Runner 2049," a scene unfolds with an overwhelming, almost oppressive beauty, capturing the essence of a world teetering on the edge of desolation. The setting is a vast, barren expanse—an endless sea of dust and rubble, stretching out to the horizon under a perpetually overcast sky. The air is thick with a fine, ashen particulate that hangs in the atmosphere like a shroud, diffusing the weak, pale light that struggles to break through the dense clouds above. Everything is bathed in a muted, ochre hue, as if the entire world has been sepia-toned, drained of vibrant color, leaving only the remnants of a once-thriving civilization. In the midst of this wasteland stands a lone, monolithic structure—a colossal ruin, the remnants of a bygone era. The building is a hulking, brutalist edifice, its concrete walls cracked and weathered by years of neglect, yet still exuding a cold, unyielding strength. The surface of the structure is pockmarked and scarred, evidence of the relentless assault of time and the harsh, unforgiving environment. Rust streaks down from the edges of exposed metal beams, mingling with the dust that clings to every surface, creating a gritty, almost tactile texture that can almost be felt through the screen. Amidst this desolation, the protagonist, K, stands as a solitary figure—a small, dark silhouette against the massive scale of the decaying structure. His trench coat billows slightly in the faint, gritty wind that sweeps across the landscape, carrying with it the scent of dust and decay. The coat, worn and weather-beaten, is a deep, charcoal gray, its fabric heavy and thick, almost seeming to absorb the light around it. K's face is partially obscured by the high collar of the coat and the shadow cast by the brim of his hat, but the intensity of his gaze is unmistakable—sharp, focused, and filled with a deep, unspoken melancholy. The world around him is eerily silent, save for the distant, almost imperceptible hum of decaying technology—an electric buzz that seems to emanate from the very bones of the ruined city. Occasionally, the silence is broken by the faint echo of a crumbling structure collapsing somewhere in the distance, the sound reverberating through the empty streets like a ghostly reminder of the world that once was. Above, the sky is a swirling mass of dark clouds, moving sluggishly as if weighed down by the pollution and filth of the decaying city below. The sun, barely visible through the thick layer of smog, casts a sickly, orange light that struggles to penetrate the gloom. This light filters down in hazy beams, cutting through the dust and casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement and twisted remains of what were once buildings. The air itself feels heavy, almost viscous, as if every breath drawn is laden with the weight of the world’s slow decay. Each inhale is thick with the acrid taste of metal and smoke, a constant reminder of the toxic environment that K navigates. The atmosphere is so thick with particulate matter that it creates a grainy visual texture, giving the entire scene an almost surreal quality, as if the world is disintegrating before the eyes. As K moves forward, his footsteps crunch against the debris-strewn ground, the sound amplified in the stillness, each step a deliberate, almost laborious effort. The ground beneath him is uneven, a chaotic mix of broken concrete, rusted metal, and shattered glass that reflects the dim light in fractured, glinting shards. Every detail, from the scuffed and worn soles of K’s boots to the small puffs of dust that rise with each step, is rendered with such meticulous precision that it feels as though the scene could be touched, smelled, and heard as much as seen. In this world of decayed grandeur, where every object tells a story of destruction and despair, there is a haunting beauty. The scene is a masterful composition of contrasts—the monumental and the minute, the decaying and the enduring, the silent and the sonorous—each element contributing to an overwhelming sense of a world that is both alien and achingly familiar. It’s a place where the past and future collide, creating a visual and emotional experience that lingers long after the image fades from the screen.$

Moussa elaborate superhero battle scene with two heroes in combat, one holding a sign that says "Save the World with Buzz!" in a dramatic pose, high resolution and action-packed.

A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A tiny, adorable goat superhero in a bright red cape and mask, resembling a pint-sized version of Superman, flies through a candy-colored sky over a bustling city of miniature skyscrapers. The little heroâs chubby cheeks and wide, innocent eyes make him look more like a toddler dressed up for Halloween than a world-saving vigilante. As he zooms between the buildings, he waves cheerfully to the tiny citizens below, who look up and smile, waving back with tiny hands. Pigeons fly alongside him, trying to keep up with his playful flight path as he loops and twirls in the air. The city below is filled with pastel-colored buildings, tiny cars, and even smaller people, all going about their day in this whimsical world. The sun is setting, casting a soft pink and orange glow over the scene, making everything look even more magical. The tiny superhero pauses in mid-air to strike a heroic pose, his cape billowing dramatically in the breeze, before darting off to find his next adventure. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>

bmstyle, anime split panel comic, split horizontally, top panel: man is asleep with a thought bubble reading "I should save up for and buy a 4090"

Bottom Panel: man is awake with glowing red eyes and with a thought bubble reading "I should beg for a 4090"

A movie poster with an explosive blend of emotions.
In the fronst on the left there is a sci-fi tombstone on a cliff's edge, partially covered in an alien looking moss with the two lines of text engraved on the alabster stone.
First line (small text): "PER ASPERA." Second line (small text): "AD ASTRA.", the rest of the picture is a wide view of futuristic spacecraft flying toward the universe.
The lower part of the poster should give a sad, washed, vibe with a grim feeling of loss and grief, while the upper part of the poster should give a vibran vibe of hope.
On the upper part of the poster two lines of test report the Title, First Line (small test): "The Travel Begins", Second Line (small test): "A Homelands Antology Episode". The overal feeling should be of advertizing a sci-fi movie based on the hope of a travel that can save humanity from it's doomed destiny among the stars
aidmaTextImprover

A high-quality digital artwork in the style of pinkdarkcanvas,
"Shrouded in darkness, a mysterious figure stands at the far end of a dimly lit alley, his form barely distinguishable from the deep shadows that envelop him. His face is obscured, save for the faintest hint of a smirk lurking beneath the brim of a low-hanging hat or the edge of a hood. The eerie glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows, stretching unnaturally across the damp pavement. A chilling mist coils around his feet, creeping through the alley like a silent specter, diffusing the distant neon reflections of the city beyond. His posture is unsettling yet composed, an aura of quiet menace radiating from his stillness. The air feels thick with anticipation, as if the very walls of the alley are holding their breath, waiting for his next move. Somewhere in the distance, the faint echo of footsteps breaks the silence, but he does not react. Is he waiting for something… or someone? The scene pulses with tension, a perfect balance of noir aesthetics and cinematic suspense, capturing the viewer in an atmosphere of mystery and unease."

Marble creature, stonebound, white marble, roman empire styled,
A colossal, sentinel-like creature known as the Obelisk Warder, which stands motionless until provoked. Its body is composed of smooth, black stone, with intricate, glowing runes carved into its surface. The Warder has a humanoid form, but its proportions are exaggerated, with long, powerful limbs and a broad, towering frame. Its head is featureless, save for a single, glowing eye embedded in the center of its forehead. The Warder’s chest contains a large, pulsing crystal that emits a deep, resonant hum, echoing through the surrounding area. When active, the runes on its body flare with energy, and the creature unleashes devastating blasts of energy from its hands. The Warder stands in the center of a vast, barren landscape of cracked earth and towering, ancient monoliths.

Ayreon standing before King Arthur’s court, passionately recounting his visions, the grand hall filled with knights and nobles, hanging on his every word, Amidst the echoes of centuries, Ayreon's spirit traverses time, from the mystic shores of 6th-century Britain to the desolate expanses of future Mars. His tale, whispered by the wind, blends ancient magic with visions of a tech-ravaged Earth. In the shadow of Merlin's curse, his message—a haunting melody of hope and warning—floats through time, seeking to alter fate. A spectral journey through ages, embodying the hope that wisdom might yet save worlds

Spiderman as a soccer goalkeeper, wearing a modified version of his iconic suit with padded gloves and cleats. He's mid-air, making a dramatic, acrobatic save with one hand outstretched, the soccer ball just inches away. The scene takes place in a packed stadium, with cheering fans and bright stadium lights illuminating the action, capturing the intensity and athleticism of the moment.

Jeddtlv3, aidmamj6.1, A bold-looking Siamese cat wearing a small red cape, dramatically posing on a rooftop with the city skyline behind it, as if ready to save the day. A soft wind ruffles its fur

AT-ST as a Lifeguard
The AT-ST is standing on a beach wearing a bright red lifeguard t-shirt, holding a giant megaphone. Its legs sink into the sand as it attempts to scan the water for swimmers in need. Suddenly, it panics, and in slow-motion, attempts to run toward the ocean to save a swimmer, but only ends up getting stuck in the sand while beachgoers look on in disbelief.

Masquerade,
Grab your mask and don't be late
Get out well disguised
Heat and fever in the air tonight
Meet the others at the store,
Knock on other people's door
Trick or treat they have no choice,
Little ghost's are makin' lotsa noise
In the streets on Halloween
There's something going on
No way to escape the power unknown
In the streets on Halloween
The spirits will arise
Make your choice, it's hell or paradise
Ah - It's Halloween... tonight!
Someone's sitting in a field,
Never giving yield
Sittin' there with gleamin' eyes,
Waiting for big pumpkin to arise
Bad luck if you get a stone,
Like the good old Charlie Brown
You think Linus could be right
The kids will say it's just a stupid lie
And there is magic in the air
Black is the night full of fright
You'll be missing the day
What will be here very soon
Changing your way
A knock at your door
It is real or is it a dream
On trembling legs you open the door
Darkness
Where am I now
Is there anybody out there
What has happened
Am I in heaven
Or is it hell
I can see a light comin'
It's comin' nearer
It's shining
It's shining so bright
It's shining on me
I am the one, doom's in my hands
Now make your choice,
Redeemed or enslaved
I'll show you passion and glory
He is the snake
I'll give you power and abundance
He's the corrupter of man
Save me from the evil one
Give me strength to carry on
I will fight for all mankind's
Deliverance and peace of mind
Yeah, it's Halloween... tonight!

Picture a tiny puppy in a homemade superhero costume—a cape made from a kitchen towel and a mask that barely stays on his face—zooming through a suburban neighborhood. The puppy’s mission? To rescue a stuffed toy that’s fallen into a tree! Kids cheer from the sidewalks as the puppy leaps, trying valiantly to reach the toy, all while his floppy ears flap in the wind. Eventually, a friendly bird swoops down to help, and the puppy barks triumphantly as he "saves the day." His proud little owner gives him a hero’s welcome, complete with a dog treat shaped like a medal.

A striking, cinematic movie poster featuring Betty Boop as Wonder Woman, captured in a moment of heroic action. Betty stands tall in her Wonder Woman armor, her lasso of truth crackling with energy as she faces off against a shadowy foe. The background showcases a bustling cityscape in chaos, with helicopters hovering above, explosions in the distance, and the sky lit up in dramatic hues of red and orange. Betty’s iconic cartoon features contrast with the gritty, realistic world around her, adding a unique charm to the epic scene. Above her, in bold, golden letters, the title reads: ‘Boop of Justice.’ The tagline below adds, ‘Saving the World with a Wink and a Smile.’

In the abyssal depths where light dares not tread,
Where silence reigns supreme o'er eons spent in dread,
There lies a titan 'mongst the vast expanse,
Its presence felt though mortal sight defies advance.
An Octopod of colossal span,
Whose bulk doth fill each fathom 'neath the sky,
Now naught remains save mangled corpse afloat,
A husk bereft of life by eldritch foe.
Upon its skull of scale and pitted rind,
Ereks a singular orb of sickly hue,
A maw-like iris fixed unblinking wide,
Betokening hatred dire from aeons past.
Mangled stumps jut forth where once ten arms had swayed,
Torn clean away in battles untold.
Though lifeless now, a sense of menace lingers yet,
In silent challenge issued unto fate.
Uncountable millennia hence it lay,
Skeletal frame 'gainst obsidian basalt ground,
And fiery brands, wielded by trespasser bold,
Were needed scarce to illuminate its shroud.
ink art, thick painting, ink splash, ink painting,
surreal, concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, volumetric lighting,
aidmaMJ6.1, aidmainkstyle

The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed. The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what might have been parsecs in all directions. White; blinding; waterless; without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death.
mystical touch, dread atmosphere, sense of suspense and wonder, view from above,
(score_9, score_8_up:1.1), score_7_up, (reflective volumetric), raytracing, absurdres, dark, low-key, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy,

1man wearing black clothes in the background, 1man waering gunslinger clothes in the foreground. The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed. The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what might have been parsecs in all directions. White; blinding; waterless; without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death.
mystical touch, dread atmosphere, sense of suspense and wonder, view from above,
(score_9, score_8_up:1.1), score_7_up, (reflective volumetric), raytracing, absurdres, dark, low-key, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy,

An unfortunate accident leaves a car overturned on the side of the road, its wheels pointed skyward, spinning slowly. Thick smoke billows from the crumpled hood, rising into the air as the vehicleâs metal creaks and groans. Shattered glass and debris are scattered across the pavement, while the surrounding scene is eerily silent, save for the faint hiss of steam escaping the damaged engine <lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5>

*Channel_42* bo-exposure
Right there on the pond
It's a game they all choose
Feathers fly high
Playin' duck
Duck
Duck
Goose
Quackin' and honkin'
They've formed a great crew
But hold up now
There's a twist in this view! (oo-yeah!)
All the ducks circle 'round
It's a merry ol' loop
But the goose looks shifty
Like it's hidin' the scoop
Quackin' and flappin'
What’s it tryin’ to do?
Could it be...could it be
A fowl play in the troupe?
In the water they splash
But things ain't right
The goose is actin' sneaky
In the dead of night
Ducks be squawkin'
Feelin’ trite
Who’s in the pond for a real good fight? (alright!)
One duck said
"Hey
I got somethin' to say!"
“Our feathered friend ain't here to play
Caught it on the move
Tryin' to get away
Spread the word
Let's save the day!" (hooray!)
*WARNING WARNING*
On the loose!
Emergency meetin’
Our goose is no muse
Feathers ruffle
Oh
It's a wild caboose
Call it out now
We got an imposter goose! (whoo!)

Call out in the middle of the night (Night, night)
For when else would I hear you?
Fall out in the cold starlight (Light, light)
I can save you if you do
You will never walk alone, you can always reach me
You will never ever walk alone
(Call me) Little Sunshine
(Call me) Call me Mephistopheles
(Call me) When you feel all alone
Just call me Little Sunshine
Light up in the middle of the day (Day, day)
For how else could you see me?
Ease up to the hunter from thе prey (Prey, prey)
And transform indеfinitely

In a cavern illuminated only by the soft glow of countless crystals, a solitary figure with shimmering, deep-blue skin meditates in the center of a glowing, rune-carved circle. Their eyes, bright as starlight, are closed in deep concentration, while their long, braided hair floats gently around them, unaffected by the pull of gravity. The crystals, growing from the walls and ceiling like jagged teeth, pulse in time with the figureâs breathing, their light casting soft shadows across the smooth stone floor. The air in the cavern is cool and still, save for the occasional ripple of energy that passes through the circle, causing the runes to flare briefly with golden light. The distant sound of dripping water echoes softly, creating a tranquil harmony that blends with the soft hum of the crystals. Above, the ceiling is dotted with tiny, glowing insects that flit lazily through the air, their light adding to the otherworldly ambiance of the scene. The figureâs hands rest lightly on their knees, their fingers glowing faintly as they channel the ancient energy of the earth. The scene is one of deep, meditative peace, where magic and nature exist in perfect, delicate balance. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp <lora:Blue_Future:0.2><lora:Ethereal_Brush_Anime_v1.0:0.6><lora:Dark_and_sentimental v1.0:0.6><lora:It's a LoRA for portraits, BUT! actually specialized in backgrounds. v1.0:0.3>

Depict portrait, from a low angle, of Zeriastra with glowing eyes, wearing a divine looking armor that gives a feeling of immense power. She is smiling and appearing like a beacon of hope in a storm of darkness. She must look like the superhero came to save the viewer, with a distended hand. The background is that of a japanese garden with flowers of sakura swirling around and a detailed waterfall. holding a red glowing and flaming sword in an attacking pose on the other hand, hkwarrior, mythp0rt, super realistic and detaild
(Zeriastra, Detailed, fsstyle, mythp0rt)

raw photo, realistic, photography, masterpiece, best quality, beautiful woman, (((krisitina pimenova adult face))) gorgeous super model, sexy nun, large breasts, cleavage, holding a sign "the lord commands you to save Palestine"

Create a hauntingly detailed drawing that explores a dark, enigmatic world steeped in horror and dread. The style should feature intricate hand-drawn textures with bold, jagged lines and layered tonal washes, creating intense contrasts between deep, saturated shadows and stark, glaring highlights. The color palette should be saturated and chilling—blood-reds, bruised purples, sickly greens, and ashen blacks—punctuated by sharp, unnatural whites that cut through the darkness. The atmosphere should feel oppressive and nightmarish, blending visceral gore with surreal, otherworldly elements. The focus will be on an ancient clock tower, its gears rusted and grinding, as the hands spin uncontrollably. A figure is trapped within the clock face, their body contorted and stretched as time itself warps around them. The surrounding streets are empty, save for shadowy figures with glowing eyes, watching silently. The composition should exude menace and unease, immersing the viewer in a chilling, vivid nightmare.

Design a parody image titled 'Depressed by the Bell,' a twist on the classic 'Saved by the Bell.' The main characters are depicted in emo-style attire, including black clothing, band t-shirts, and dramatic hairstyles with long fringes and dark colors. Their expressions are somber, reflecting the 'depressed' theme. The background is a reimagined version of Bayside High School, but with a darker, moodier atmosphere, featuring muted colors, graffiti on the lockers, and dim, overcast lighting. The title 'Depressed by the Bell' is displayed in a stylized, emo-inspired font with jagged edges and a dripping effect, creating a stark contrast with the cheerful, nostalgic feel of the original show. The overall scene humorously combines the upbeat, high school vibe of 'Saved by the Bell' with the brooding, emotional style of emo culture.

ne0nfant4sy, A blind monk with a blindfold, his dark brown skin weathered and scarred from years of training, stands in perfect balance on a single wooden post, his body completely still. His white, milky eyes are closed in deep concentration, while his head is shaved clean, save for a single braid of black hair that hangs down his back. His loose, tattered robes flutter slightly in the wind, revealing a lithe, muscular body covered in intricate tattoos that glow faintly with an inner light. In his hand, he grips a simple, wooden staff, the worn wood smooth from years of use. Behind him, the mountaintop monastery looms in the mist, ancient stone steps leading down into the thick fog. The air is cold and crisp, the sound of distant wind chimes faintly ringing through the mountain pass. His expression is one of calm serenity, completely at peace despite the precarious balance. The faint scent of incense drifts in the air, mixing with the cool mountain breeze. His presence exudes discipline and stillness, as if he is one with the very air around him.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>

Donald Trump, dressed as Captain America, is running down a city street, shield raised in defense, under heavy gunfire. Bullets zip past his head, trailing smoke, as he dodges and weaves through the chaos, narrowly avoiding the incoming shots. His shield reflects the light of the city as it deflects bullets with metallic clangs. People are firing at him from all directions, but he charges forward with determination. Above him, a text bubble reads, "NEVER SURRENDER!" as he barrels ahead, ready to save America despite the onslaught.

image in the style of an old timey WWII recruitment poster of Jesus Christ wearing his robes, sitting at his amazing desktop computer, giving the viewer a smile and a thumbs up. Text at the top should of the image say "JESUS SAVES..." and in smaller letters the text at the bottom should say "... BUZZ by training his FLUX locally."

pst014, AI, Artificial Intelligence Concept, a digital world in his hand, on the top of the world a green tree, Futuristic technology transformation, Writing above "Save our World"

Teddy bears in world war 2 attire storm the beaches of Normandy. They are under gunfire and it’s similar to saving private ryan

Hark the plaint of Oona as her pendant thrums discordante elegy for love long lost—an infinitesimal mote amidst monochrome waste, e'en less than nought save figment born aloft upon putrid fumes rising unbidden through calciferous strata… Exiled exile of eternity astride viridescent terra firma cupped within unfathomed umbra mater, frosted gossamer curtains 'cross eldritch eyrie walls awaiting dawn arisen from night-darkened cosmos above.
Betwixt precipice brink 'nd nadir gullets, ebb & surge play ceaseless rondo 'gainst bedrock basalt mottled with lichen-kissed scripture decipherable only by cephalopoids... Quincuncial geometry etched here 'neath voltaic lamps illuminant non-Euclidean labyrinthine shadows; a prodigious picture puzzle scrawled from beginningless inception until eldritch armageddons.
impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, Oil Painting, surreal, digital artwork,
concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, volumetric lighting,
aidmaMJ6.1

2men, the man in the foreground is following the man in the distant background. 1man wearing gunslinger clothes in the foreground, 1man wearing black clothes in the background. The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed. The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what might have been parsecs in all directions. White; blinding; waterless; without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death.
mystical touch, dread atmosphere, sense of suspense and wonder, view from above,
(score_9, score_8_up:1.1), score_7_up, (reflective volumetric), raytracing, absurdres, dark, low-key, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy,

A yearning loss to silence me,
The struggle breaks the black and white, calling, transmitting,
The echo breaks, electric air,
Her pulse it stretches from never to everywhere.
And from the other side she'll save me,
Her courage, strength and heart beyond,
I wish she'd stay mine
But her place is in some other time.
Goodbye forever, my darling, whether
I was everything you thought I'd be or not,
I was a bad man, oh, to stop you girl from loving me.

2men, the man in the foreground is following the man in the distant background. 1man wearing cowboyish gunslinger clothes in the foreground with a revolver in his hand, 1man wearing black clothes in the background. The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed. The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what might have been parsecs in all directions. White; blinding; waterless; without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death.
mystical touch, dread atmosphere, sense of suspense and wonder, view from above,
(score_9, score_8_up:1.1), score_7_up, (reflective volumetric), raytracing, absurdres, dark, low-key, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy,

in the style of pst015, AI, Artificial Intelligence Concept, a digital world in his hand, on the top of the world a tree, Futuristic technology transformation, Writing above in big Lettern "Save our World" <lora:paintart-style-015-000010:0.7>

A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the flickering light of a lone streetlamp, a tall, shadowy figure leans against the rusted iron fence of an old, abandoned graveyard. The cobblestone street is slick with recent rain, and the distant sound of horse hooves echoes faintly through the narrow alleyways, but the figure remains silent and still. His coat, long and dark, clings to his form, dripping water from its hem, and a wide-brimmed hat casts a deep shadow over his face, hiding all but the faintest glint of his eyes. The graveyard behind him is overgrown, the headstones cracked and tilted, and a thick layer of fog clings to the ground, swirling around the iron fence like a living thing. The strangerâs hand rests on the hilt of a sword strapped to his waist, though he makes no move to draw it, his posture relaxed, yet somehow charged with tension. The night is unnaturally quiet, save for the distant drip of water and the occasional creak of the iron gate as it sways in the wind. The scent of wet earth and decaying leaves fills the air, thick and pungent, but the stranger remains unmoved, his gaze fixed on something far beyond the visible world. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>

Hyper-detailed ultra realistic portrait of Dwarf, who has glowing orange long beards and hairs. He wears dwarven armor and holding a legendary mythril mine in his hand. Dwarf's face impression is shocked at the same time hopeful and emotional because he thinks this mythril mine will save all Middle Earth.

$A lone, weathered sailing ship cuts through rolling, midnight-blue swells, its tattered sails billowing in the wind. Phosphorescent plankton glimmer in the wake, casting an ethereal, ghostly light. Tendrils of mist cling to the ship's hull, obscuring its details. The horizon is lost in impenetrable darkness, save for faint pinpricks of distant stars. The air has a chilly, briny quality, hinting at the vast, unknown depths that surround the vessel. There's a tangible sense of isolation and the unknown, tinged with a hint of foreboding., <lora:models\Flux\Mezzotint_Artstyle_for_Flux_-_by_Ethanar:0.65>, <lora:models\Flux\midjourney_whisper_avant_couture_v01:0.8>, <lora:models\Flux\FluxMythV2:0.8>, <lora:models\Flux\midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.85>,, <lora:models\Flux\Hand v2:0.4>$

In a quiet, sun-dappled meadow, a sorceress with dark, flowing hair and alabaster skin sits beside a fallen warrior, her hands glowing with soft, azure light as she breathes life back into his broken form. The warrior, his golden armor cracked and bloodstained, lies limp in the grass, his once powerful frame now fragile and still. The sorceressâs eyes, deep pools of violet, are filled with a quiet, unspoken sorrow as she works, her fingers delicate as they weave healing magic through his veins. Around them, the meadow is silent save for the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant song of birds, as if the world holds its breath in anticipation. The warriorâs chest rises faintly, a soft gasp escaping his lips as the magic takes hold, and his eyes flutter open, clouded with confusion. The sorceress offers him a small, sad smile, her hands still hovering over his wounds, even as her own strength fades. The sunlight filters through the trees, casting long, golden rays across the scene, painting the moment with a sense of quiet grace. The act of mercy, though draining, is a gift freely given, a moment of peace and forgiveness in a world that so often forgets both.<lora:Dorota_Pietrowiak:0.3> Portrait by Dorota Pietrowiak <lora:Comic book V2:0.8> High-contrast illustration

Jeddtlv3, A pizza slice with a tiny superhero cape, flying through the sky above a city, saving the day with its cheesy powers

A woman with long, flowing white hair and soft green eyes sits by an open window, gazing outside with a serene expression. Her blush-kissed cheeks add warmth to her otherwise ethereal presence. She rests her hands on her own chin, lost in thought as the morning sunlight bathes her in a golden glow. The delicate folds of her puffy long sleeves catch the light, adding to her gentle, dreamy aura. Outside, the blue sky stretches endlessly, dotted with soft white clouds drifting lazily. A few wisps of vines creep along the edge of the window, swaying gently in the breeze. In the distance, towering mountains and a vast mountainous horizon create a breathtaking backdrop, their peaks faintly misted over. Below, nestled among lush greenery, rooftops of houses and buildings dot the landscape, with a solitary chimney puffing out a thin wisp of smoke—evidence of life stirring in the peaceful morning. Inside, curtains billow softly, filtering the sunlight into delicate patterns on the floor. The room is quiet, save for the distant chirping of birds and the rustling leaves outside. The woman’s dot mouth remains closed, her features simple yet expressive, and she has an air of quiet contemplation. There's a certain dreamlike quality to her—an enigma wrapped in morning light, as if she belongs both to this world and beyond it. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1m, detailmaximizer, mythp0rt, ne0nfant4sy, drkfnts, hkmagic, vantablack <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.8> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.7> <lora:Dreamy_Illustrations_FLUX_LoRA-000001:0.7>

Cineon, cinematic film style, Cineon raw cinematic film stocks. A majestic buck with antlers adorned with frost, standing proudly in a snow-covered forest. Sunlight filters through bare branches, casting long shadows across the pristine snow. The deer's breath forms a wispy cloud in the crisp air. The forest is silent, save for the crunch of snow beneath the deer's hooves. A blanket of soft, white snow covers the ground, with only the occasional evergreen tree poking through. The scene is painted in a palette of muted blues, greens, and whites.

portrait shot, a beautiful cyborg woman with long blonde silky hair in a white robotic outfit holding a sign with text "Saving up for Project Odyssey 2" with the subtext "I know we get free trials but hey any buzz will help", the background is a robotics laboratory with robotic parts lying around the room

early 2010s snapshot photo captured with a phone and saved as IMG_2018.CR2, A selfie of a young japanese woman standing in front of a concrete wall with graffiti on it that reads "Improved Skin + Realism". She is wearing a slightly off-shoulder baggy white t-shirt with the text "Improved Amateur Snapshot Photo Realism v12" written on it. She has short hair styled in a bobcut and dyed in multiple rainbow-like colors. She is happy and smiling. Shot during the day with natural lighting and sunshine.

a colorful explosion of absurdity and retro-futuristic chaos, front and center is Galactic Grandma, a silver-haired, fierce yet lovable woman in her late 70s, wearing a spacesuit made of patchwork quilts, hand is raised in a fist, ready for action, determination and sass, as if she’s about to save the universe and bake cookies at the same time, the Kung-Fu Kittens surrounding her in dynamic kung-fu poses, one Kitten is mid-air, performing a flying kick, the stars and galaxies in the background, in capital letters the title of the film "Galactic Grandma", at the bottom, in smaller letters the text "This fall, get ready for high-kicks and furballs!", high quality typography, the whole poster has a vintage, comic-book vibe with bold, exaggerated colors pinks, purples, and neon greens, with a dash of gold stars scattered across the cosmic scene, a sense of energy bursting from every corner, perfectly capturing the absurd, action-packed, and heartwarming chaos of the film, cinematic-style poster, movie poster, aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaHyperrealism

The poster shows a giant iceberg in the shape of Jack from Titanic, complete with his iconic hairstyle and outfit. He’s floating in the icy ocean, looking very confused and trying to give a thumbs-up with his frozen “ice hand.” In the background, the grand Titanic is sailing straight toward him again, but this time, Jack's ice face looks determined to "save" the ship from hitting him.
Meanwhile, a bewildered crew member is leaning out over the ship’s railing, holding binoculars with wide eyes. The tagline at the top reads, "This time, it’s personal!" and at the bottom, the title appears in dramatic, icy letters: "Titanic 2: Jack's Back... as an Iceberg!"

a movie poster of a Cuddly snowman with patchy large a green and red checked wool scarf and a floppy snow and big round eyes make it irresistibly cute in a beautiful highly saturated dynamic image with the title "CLIMATE CHANGE IS KILLING ME!" featuring text "SAVE ME!" mvpstrCE style

In a desolate war zone, where the cries of the innocent echo through crumbling buildings and smoke-filled streets, seven battle-hardened Army Rangers navigate treacherous terrain under a blood-red sky. Each carries the weight of their mission and personal demons as they push forward through enemy territory. Their faces, marked with dirt and determination, tell stories of countless battles, while their eyes reflect both fear and unwavering resolve. With limited ammunition and dwindling supplies, they must make impossible choices between saving civilians trapped in the crossfire and completing their critical mission. The air is thick with tension, gunpowder, and the haunting whispers of those who've fallen before them, as they walk the razor's edge between catastrophic failure and legendary bravery.
<lora:Toy_Camera_Flux:0.8>, real,(realistic),photo realistic, photography,highly detailed,(masterpiece),(high quality),best quality,super detailed,full detail,4k,8k,realistic lighting, norender, no anime

In a garden where the flowers are made of liquid light and grow from obsidian soil, a lone figure tends to the plants with a brush that paints reality itself. Each stroke creates a new bloom that hums with its own melody, adding to the symphony of the garden. The figure is faceless, their form constantly shifting between human, animal, and something entirely alien. As they paint, the garden begins to wilt, the flowers turning into streams of ink that seep into the soil. The figure freezes, staring at their brush, which has begun to drip stardust, and realizes they must create a single perfect flower to save the garden—or let it fade into oblivion.

early 2010s snapshot photo captured with a phone and saved as IMG_2018.CR2, closeup of a young man with a beard and short brown hair in a suit.

early 2010s snapshot photo captured with a phone and saved as IMG_2018.CR2, A close-up portrait with strong bokeh/depth of field of a young woman in her early 20s with dark hair and brown eyes, looking directly at the camera. She has minimal makeup and is wearing small hoop earrings. Natural sunlight casts soft shadows across her face, highlighting her natural skin texture and freckles. The background is a textured concrete wall.

illustration, cartoon, anime, manga, drawing,
score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, photorealistic, outdoor rescue scene, 1woman, athletic build, ponytail, rescue gear, saving a cat from a tree, looking determined and compassionate, emergency responders and news crews in the background

aidmaimageupgrader, A photorealistic, surreal close-up of an ornate glass bottle filled with the essence of time and memory. The bottle rests on a vintage wooden table, glowing softly in a dimly lit room. Inside, miniaturized, ethereal scenes play out in suspended animation: a couple holding hands, laughing, watching sunsets—capturing the essence of cherished moments. Around the bottle's base, tiny clocks and hourglasses float within, their hands frozen, symbolizing time saved for eternity.
Golden wisps of light drift from these miniature scenes, swirling and merging into constellations, capturing the feeling of timeless love. A faint inscription on the bottle reads, "Time, saved for you," etched delicately in cursive. Around the bottle are faintly glowing notes, symbolic of wishes and dreams fulfilled. The focus is entirely on the bottle, which glows warmly as if it holds an entire universe of memories. The atmosphere is intimate and magical, blending nostalgia with an eternal bond, conveying the dream of preserving time for the one you love.

flat color two toned in translucent Neon hues, cinematic lighting, style painting featuring a endless expanse of the universe and the vast ocean reflected beneath his feet. The voice of the universe echoes with falling stars, while the weary hero continues his endless battle with the shadows on his path to rebirth in a new world. Only death will save him from the endless cycle of conflict. Hundreds of hands grasp at him, pulling him down into the abyss of pain and despair. The atmosphere is otherworldly and surreal, with a sense of dread, The overall atmosphere is dark and surreal, with a sense of mysticism and cosmic horror. Insane quality. Insane resolution. Insane details. Masterpiece. 32k resolution. Dramatic, Dynamic, Cinematic, Sharp details, the character's face is visible and he's facing the viewer, (((insanity))), style of Hieronymus Bosch. a moody scenery landscape infront insanity space, emphasizing the powerful contrast between light and darkness. The use of deep blacks highlights the raw emotion and energy in this high-detailed, sketch-like artwork.

In the infinite void of space, where the eternal stillness of the cosmos is broken only by the silent ballet of stars and planets, a dark sorcerer commands the very fabric of existence. Cloaked in shadow and power, he floats effortlessly amidst the celestial panorama, his figure both majestic and terrifying.
The sorcererâs imposing form is sheathed in an intricate suit of black leather armor, a masterpiece of darkness. The armor is massive and jagged, its bulky design adorned with spikes and razor-sharp edges that gleam faintly in the light of distant stars. Every plate is engraved with ancient runes that pulse with a sickly, malevolent glow, hinting at forbidden power. Draped over this menacing armor is a tattered black cloak, its edges frayed as though scorched by countless battles. The hood is deep and shadowy, concealing most of the sorcererâs face, save for the pale, almost corpse-like skin beneath. Scars carve harsh lines across his visible features, each one a testament to unspeakable rituals and battles fought in the name of dark magic.
From within the hood, his eyes burn like twin embersâcold, calculating, and filled with an unquenchable hunger for destruction. His skeletal fingers, pale as bone, extend outward, their gaunt appearance belied by the unimaginable power they wield. Twisted tendrils of dark magic spiral from his hands, snaking and writhing through the void like living shadows. The energy he conjures distorts the very fabric of space, causing nearby stars to flicker and dim as if cowering from his presence.
Before him, a black hole is being bornâa monstrous void that pulses and churns with incomprehensible force. Its edges ripple with iridescent darkness, a vortex of pure annihilation that draws everything into its ravenous maw. The sorcererâs hands guide this cataclysmic force, manipulating it with precision and malice. Streams of energy arc from his fingertips into the swirling singularity, feeding it with raw power as it grows larger and more menacing with each passing moment.
Beyond the black hole, a planet loomsâa vibrant, thriving world illuminated by the light of its sun. But even as it shines, its fate is sealed. The sorcererâs magic claws at the planet's surface, pulling it inch by inch toward oblivion. Mountains crumble, oceans boil, and the atmosphere is torn asunder, all consumed by the relentless pull of the black hole.
The surrounding cosmos bears silent witness to this apocalyptic ritual. Nearby stars are dimmed by the sorcererâs unholy magic, their light swallowed by the growing void. Fragments of shattered asteroids and debris swirl in chaotic orbits, caught in the gravitational chaos of the black hole. Faintly glowing nebulae in the distance provide an eerie backdrop, their vibrant colors contrasting starkly with the sorcererâs dark presence.
The sorcerer floats motionless amid this destruction, a godlike figure wielding the power to reshape the universe. His cloak billows unnaturally, as if moved by an unseen wind, and his armor reflects the dim light of the dying cosmos, making him appear as though he is carved from the void itself. The dynamic interplay of his magic and the collapsing space around him creates an awe-inspiring, terrifying tableauâa harbinger of cosmic doom.
This is the dark sorcerer, a master of annihilation and the architect of despair. His ritual is not just an act of destruction but a statement of his dominance over creation itself. He is the abyss, and to witness his work is to gaze into the end of all things.
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